I haven't actually seriously wanted to kill myself in a long time.
Right now would be perfect: my roommate is gone, everyone is in bed/at home because of curfew...I'm totally alone.
I could just cut my wrists. Take even more of the meds I shouldn't take (I've already taken 5x the amount I should.) I could hang myself. Stab myself. Drink some bleach. Run in front of a car. I want to do it all.
I'm sick of struggling. I'm sick of being alone and having to deal with this by myself. I'm sick of hurting.
I just want it all to end. What do I have to do for that to happen?
At this point...I'll do anything.
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